Yesterday, the 23rd, was three months since Amelia was alive. Today, the 24th, is three months since she died. Tomorrow, the 25th, will be three months since she was born.
I am struggling with acceptance of the sequence of these events. How can my child be dead before she is born? How can I bury my newborn?
Nothing makes sense anymore, life and everything in it is up for an evaluation, a scrutinizing one. What mattered before, has no meaning, what had no meaning before is now the way of life.
What remains a constant is missing my girl.